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Hearing you.
That’s one of the
Very few things
I knew.
Your voice is
A soothing lullaby sweeping
Me to sleep.
Your voice is
A soft,
Never-ending melody.
Your voice is
A million semi-breves
Sitting comfortably
On my sensitive eardrums.
Your voice is
The gentle
Sound waves entering
My ears,
As those curvy lines
Coil up to form the finest
Portrait of a lake.
And on the clear water,
A white feathered swan
Displaying it’s graceful,
Dancing music.
You are all I hear,
Bright and crystal clear.
Hearing you
Drives my fleeting soul
Through and through.